Sickest Addictions: Sympathy For The Devil

Chapter One

Vex Town, 1962

The cold, white tile of the asylum walls pressed against the young man's back as he looked to the wall in front of him. The restrains of the long sleeved jacket restricted his mobility. His arms stayed wrapped around him, pinned to his torso tightly. The inside of the mask on his face clouded with the fog of his breath every time he breathed. It was a nuisance really, but he had no choice but to wear the thing. Trust of others safely without it was long since forgotten.

He had been good, however. Good to the best as one could be in his situation, but behaving the staff was somewhat easy. Of course there were a few misunderstandings here and there, but for the most part, he had been good.

Besides, it wasn't so bad in the place. It wasn't like he was being mistreated, (often that is). Most of the staff wouldn't even look his way, let alone mess with him. But of course there were the ones who wanted to see a show. They would try their hardest to get a reaction out of the boy, but he just wouldn't budge. He wouldn't make a sound. He would sit there and breathe in and breathe out.

None of them interest him. In all honestly, it was boring where he was at. Trying to be on good behavior made it even worse. He wouldn't talk to anyone, even though some of the nurses made an effort to talk to him. But other than that he had no interest in making friends. There was just no point.

However, there was one person that sparked his interest.

An employee. A maintenance keeper, no older than a freshmen in college, or a senior in a high school, was who had caught his attention. It was a male staff, young and curious. He would peak in the man's door window. Blue eyes would glance at the patient in curiosity for a moment, then disappear down the hall until the next time he passed.

It wasn't until recently, did the worker start coming into the room.

No words would be said. He would only just sit there and stare. The two would study each other in silence. The only way the man found out the other's name was by eavesdropping on a conversation going on by his room.

Hades.

Hades was his name.

Just like the God of the Underworld's. Though the staff pronounced it as if they were saying spades, rather than the proper way of speaking the name.The patient liked the sound of it, he wondered how it would sound if he were to speak it, considering his struggle with pronunciation of certain words. He would say this one correctly at some point if they ever had gotten the chance to actually speak to one another.

However, the man quite enjoyed their silent staring sessions. He believed that Hades did as well. In a way, though no words were spoken, Hades knew the man better than anyone else did. Just by staring into the windows that led to the soul.

His eyes.

He learned a lot from those very eyes. The way they looked so pure and innocent. Only there was a lot more he had yet to discover about the man, which made him all the more curious as to find out what went on inside the mind of a psychopath.

Now Hades was a peculiar young man, only seventeen and working part time at St. Francis Mental Hospital. It was for that very reason of curiosity, did he take the job in the first place. He took interest in helping the mad-men who kept the prison occupied, or so, everyone thought it was to be like that. In reality, most patients were rather calm, quiet even. Only a few would moan and groan, scream and cause trouble. Those patients were kept on the west wing of the hospital, way down on the very bottom. That was where the man was, the one he had been studying since he began working there.

It was no secret that Hades would like to sneak in there and sit with the patient. His boss, as well as a few of his fellow co-workers, all knew about it. They just didn't say anything or seemed to care. For once, someone was able to calm the young man down. When episodes of hysteria would occur, Hades would sneak into the boy's room after the other nurses had strapped him down. The worker would pull up a bucket, or chair, and just sit there. He would lean in close, giving the man a raise of his brows as if asking, "Really?" Sometimes that would be enough to slowly get the young man to calm down. Other times, that just didn't cut it.

One time in particular, Hades just so happened to stroll by when he noticed that, yet again, was his patient strapped down. He took it upon himself to go in and calm him down. However, that proved to be more difficult this time.

Something had set the man off badly, triggering him into lashing out so violently, that he took notice to Hades being in the same room as him. He screamed and cried as he thrashed around on the bed like an animal trying to free itself from it's restraints. It was worse than all the times he had flipped before. Hades was a bit stunned, and also upset to see the man like this. He frowned deeply, walking towards the bed. Calmly he spoke into the boy's ear.

"If you don't calm down now, they will make you calm down soon," He said, noticing that the other had slightly calmed, though continued to jerk around beneath the beds leather straps. Hades sighed, muttering under his breath. "They have you in that jacket and dog mask already, now they want to add leather accessories to go with it. Bastards...." He grumbled, undoing the straps to the bed and lifted the patient to sit up.

The man had long since calmed. He'd never heard Hades's voice before. Just the very sound of it made his mind shut down all other thoughts and noises, so that he may only focus on the soft, calming tone speaking to him. He stared at Hades, awestruck and a bit dumbfounded, (half of his reaction due to the drugs the hospital had him on). Crystal blue eyes stared back at him with curiosity.